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This is.... overloading my mind.. there is SO much information on it.. And.. I dunno its insane. I was just researching visualization techniques and check out this blurb:

Have you attempted visualizing, but find it difficult or impossible? Try this. Pick up a photo and study it closely; then close your eyes and tell me what you see. If you see anything resembling the picture, you are visualizing. It’s that simple. If this doesn’t work, or if you want to improve your visualization skills, take the same picture and while looking at it, close your eyes and open your eyes and close your eyes again. Do this as many times as possible for a few minutes. Soon you’ll be seeing the picture, but you won’t know if your eyes are open or closed — and you will be visualizing better than before. Practice this technique often. You can focus on anything: people’s faces, pictures, buttons. Get creative and have fun with it

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man this forum is stupid.. i dunno. i guess if i actually made videos it would be worthwhile..

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Well kids. Today is 5 days in a row not smoking pot! Yay. Today is also black friday the shopping day. I'm going to be juggling near the malls with a hat out and a sign that says Good Karma. Hope it works out. I am leveling up in song writing. Justin said my newest track is very something.. I forgot.. but it was good, he said he could see it being a chart topper for real! Awesome! Just have to finish it lol. Actually I think all I have left is a guitar solo and if I'm feeling ambitious some synth acoustic bass. Quad is almost healed, and I'm almost over my cold. Flat broke but hopefully not after busking tomorrow. Life is grand and artistic, and even though I have no set future, every day is an adventure. Hopefully soon I will find a girl that wants to be friends and not just fuck. Wierd.. Ironic.

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double poste

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2 Weeks Not smoking pot

Today was a really amazing day. They are all starting to become like that. Not because I am lucky, which I am though. Because I am starting to look at things in a different light, one of appreciation.

So, I have been meeting a lot of ladies recently, well, not ALL ladys. But some ladys, and some crazys... crazies.... But 3 days ago I met my future wife. straight up. That being said, we are taking it very slow, which is fine by me. She makes me want to be a better man. There is a lot I could say about her, and maybe I will in time. But I just want it to be known that on October 4th, I went to the Seattle Art Museum on a blind date and all was well.

I kicked with Sam Potter and Justin Dale today. First day in 2 weeks that my quad feels recovered from that nonwarmedup symposium whirl at that one session lol. Actually at the offending injury session, it was just Potter and I, and the injury occured just a few minutes into the session. It was funny cuz I did a medium run then busted a perfect symp whirl and mid air strained one of my quarters (1 of the 4 muscles that make up my left leg quad), but stuck the trick, froze it on clipper and started screaming in pain.. just staying there in the frozen symp whirl. Potter said it was a ridiculous sight and he didnt know what was happening. ANYWAY so the reason I say that is because 5 minutes into this session J Dalien threw out his back !!!!!!! It sucked sooo much, he was obviously in a lot of pain and it didn't feel right to keep playing, but he said we should, so Potter and I had a session... and this one was COMPLETELY different from 2 weeks ago. I fucking shreded.

Its all relative of course, and my best runs were like Potters Worst Runs BUT that's okay because I had LOTS of fun. Justin Dale sat back and was calling combos for us, he had Potter workin on Crazy stuff which I don't really remember, and they called that I should hit stepping mirage legbeater repeat... First I hit it one side.. then the other.. then ALL in a row! YAY! I also hit tap > atom smasher which my body hasnt been able to handle for a while.. and ALL OF A SUDDEN MY FLIP DLO DOESNT SUCK! YAY. I also hit a random run with lots of barrages and a run with barfly bsos 2wice.

After the session my girl Ayse (pronounced eye-shu) and I went to a LaRouche PAC meeting. It was a first time for both of us and we didnt know what to expect. We didn't know if they would be culty or pushy or mad at me for wearing mismatched socks... you know because the world needs saving. BUT NO THEY WERE AMAZING. Everyone in the room had this in common: they were hungry for true knowlege, and they wanted to improve the world around them. The energy in the room was so positive. At one point one of the speakers had a white aura around them which means purity of heart. They started with an introductory lecture about the power elite and about credit vs monetary and about various things. It was very complex and over our heads but I concentrated and took notes. Not smoking pot for 2 weeks helped I'm sure. They they played us the only opera that beethoven ever wrote and some random clips of old plays and movies, some shakespear. They read some Johanas Kepler and summarized it, then they said the end. They didnt try and get us to sign at the X, or give money, or declare alegence. HOLY COW it was amazing!

I must say I am super in love with Ayse. She is so cute, and energetic, and yogariffic. The first thing she did at my keyboard was ask me to load up a drum kit and play a sick little world dance beat. I was And, she has travelled the world, and hates cars like me, and wants to learn as much as possible! AND AND! Stuff!

Anyway I digress. So after the meeting we got a ride back to her house with some of our new friends, then we hung oout and talked, tomorrow we have a date where we each picked out a movie and are going to watch them back to back. So it was getting late, and we are really trying to enjoy ourselves and take it slow so I said goodbye and she walked me to the bus stop which was CUTE and while we were waiting for the bus we had a little dance party YAY!

AND MY DAY DOESNT STOP THERE! On the bus home there was a impoverished man sitting across from me polishing some porn dvds (10 of them) he found and was going to resell, so I gave him my LAST quarter. TO MY NAME... and he started telling me this awesome story about how he worked for cirque du soliel, and worked his way up in their kitchen staff to Performer tent server. So one day there were all these performers in there and he was making fancy coffees, and this one French acrobat came up and started complaining furiously about the capaccino and how it was horrible and what not, really bitching about it, and then the kitchen manager came over and THREW THE CAPACINO IN THE ACROBATS FACE AND SAID HE WASNT ALLOWED TO COME BACK IN UNLESS the server gave him permission! OMG thats the shortened version but BEST STORY EVER. so then the server was like, well, you're french, and I cant make a very good capaccino and we should let bygons be bygons, so yeah you can stay, just order a latte cuz I can make good ones of those.

Ah, so I bid him adieu and was walking home when I realized I had an unopened water bottle in my pack, so I got it out and drank a bit, then was walking next to a homelss man, to which I gave my water. And then he gave me a dollar! I was like?!?!?!??!? . An impoverished man just gave me a dollar. I told him wow this is actually my only dollar now, I was broke, and he said, "well I've got six!" omg!

So I got home and hollered at some stoned kids walking down the ally to fuck with them, then came in to justin STONED OUT OF HIS MIND with like 100 comics piled around him, LOL. I made a crazy stirfry burrito then did some energy healing on Justins back.

Now I write this as I SUDDENLY REALIZED ITS SATURDAY AND THE NEWEST EPISODE OF BBC's MERLIN IS OUT SOOO IT JUST FINISHED DOWNLOADING!!!!!!

I am very happy. I thank God, Allah, the Universe, myself, my parents, all my ex's, all my friends, all humans, all my enemy, and physics, and everything else for this amazing life that I have. Even though I am poor I am very VERY happy. In a month I have a show at the first club that Justin and I ever saw our favorite band Hypercrush at.

If you read this, I just want you to know, that life is what you make it. I will say this, I think it's important to be optimistic, to take chances, not gambles, but do things that you might be afraid to, like dance, or things in public. Life is the best game ever, not that it is a game, but its the most enjoyable endeavor ever.

Aight, young merlin, what chu got!?!?!

Namaste all,
Samurami

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Merlin is so amazing!

On a different note:

He said the Buddhist answer is that compassion is for people. The people who have beliefs that may be harmful--they are still people. As people, Jinpa says, they deserve our compassion. But ideas can be bad or harmful and it is perfectly ok to fight the ideas, to shun the ideas. I think I was pushing my luck by even talking to him this long, so I said thank you.

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In viral infections the host innate immune system is meant to act as a first line defense to prevent viral invasion or replication before more specific protection by the adaptive immune system is generated. In the innate immune response, pattern recognition receptors (PRRs) are engaged to detect specific viral components such as viral RNA or DNA or viral intermediate products and to induce type I interferons (IFNs) and other pro-inflammatory cytokines in the infected cells and other immune cells. Recently these innate immune receptors and their unique downstream pathways have been identified. Here, we summarize their roles in the innate immune response to virus infection, discrimination between self and viral nucleic acids and inhibition by virulent factors and provide some recent advances in the coordination between innate and adaptive immune activation.

-An Akira

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I lay, dripping wet, pumped with adrenaline on the wooden planks. I sputtered, "are you okay?!" As I looked up, I realized I didn't even know her name. Everything was draped in shadows. Where I knew I had just left her, sitting, all I could see was a faint glow. I dove back down the wooden incline into the foggy lake, frantically trying to resurface in the same dimension as she had. I think one of the mysterious shooters magic bullets met me there, because that's the last thing I remember.

Ah, but I should start at the beginning. It was somewhere between late night and early morning. I think I was in Florida or some permutation there of, because the city was very north south, built around a central artery of a road. I remember waking up... well more like coming to in that world. It was dark out. I had a bicycle, of which I don't remember much, except it fit me well, was responsive. It was def a bike that I had ridden before. I know that I was on the east side of the main street. The buildings were dull, colorless. The sky was dark blue, and greyish. To the further east of me were train tracks. And that's where my short adventure began.

I say short, I believe the whole episode lasted about 30 minutes or less. Not that time has much meaning in a dream. I suppose in this life, my rem cycle was 3 hours so maybe an hour or two max. I suppose time flies when you are with a dream girl.

So I stood, conjured in this dreary world, as of yet only kept company by the clothes on my back and my bicycle. I rememember not being cold or hot... It was one of those perfectly warm night. Then came, what I must describe as something between a train and an old log truck, def empty, moving very slowly north up the train tracks. I was in a chillin mood so I climbed upon it, somehow easily with my bike, and lazily drifted towards... her.

I don't remember much about this part. The town was like a ghost town from and old western, the sun I suppose was slowly rising, although I don't remember color until I saw her riding her bike up the side of the road. All I know is that from the moment I saw her, she captivated me. She was magic to my eyes, moreso than whatever magic ended up seperating us. I think I annoyed her at first. As I lounged on my ghost train car going north at a slightly lesser speed than her, she caught me eyeing her and reacted with something less than distain.

As she started to gain distance away from me I jumped off the train car and got onto my bike, pedaling after her. I know that there was color in the world now, the ground was sandy and her hair was dark. She was shorter than me, very beautiful, strong from riding her bike amoung other things I am sure. I was about to learn she was also very kind.

So, I was riding after her, up ahead I could see her passing some apparent aquaintences all on their bikes, but they weren't going the same direction. I caught up to her quickly, riding right behind her. "Hey." I shouted. Didn't get through. "Hey!" I shouted again. She looked back.

I don't remember exactly what I said. Nothing corny. Nothing stupid. I just tried to tell her that she was an angel on a bicycle and that I was in love with her. I didn't use those words obviously. I think... No, I can't remember what I said. But she smiled at me and I knew it was okay to keep following her.

We veered left, we had left the rustic town behind us. We were travelling north, northwest up a 2 lane highway. We crossed the road west, dodging cars as people in love with bikes so often take pleasure in doing.

Now the landscape had changed, somewhat. I think I had been there before, maybe in an MMO or a past life, or both. Maybe this whole thing was a past life, or an MMO, or both. All I know is I was happy, to have met her, to be travelling with her.

I also don't remember much about this next part, even though I just woke up 26 minutes ago. There were no buildings around us. Everything was coated in a thick grey fog. I couldn't see any sunlight that I can remember, but the grey was bright enough that I could see my surroundings. We were near the water, to our left. We were moving north. I believe this is when we made our way to what I will call 'the boathouse' even though it contained no boats. I think we spoke a few words about checking it out together, something about both loving adventure. It was already aparent that we got along really well. That our energy's were the same. I already felt a bond with her.

We sat in this strange structure made of brown wood. Something out of a pirate's story for sure. We talked. I told her in detail how I was loungin on a slowly moving object when I saw her, and how I knew I had to follow her and talk to her. She was happy that I had for she enjoyed my company. Oh, what a simple sentence, but what meaning to me. So many philosophize about the meaning of love, what conditions allow love to arise, so many companies sell products that increase your chances at love, so many people worry about their appearance in search of love. I really think that love is simply people honestly enjoying being around each other. All I know is that I was so happy to be around her.

We decided to explore the rest of the strange pirate boat house that we were in. I wish I had better powers of description. Maybe I could sketch it, although I am a dreadful artist. We climbed up to a room at a higher elevation, which in turn had a wooden ramp, that led down into the water. Here is where it gets strange.

About 4 or 5 feet from the bass of the ramp, where it met the water, was a floating wooden... thing. It was, something like a cross between a boat and a booey, it was meant to stay where it was. And there was more than one. Every few feet there was another one, and it basically made an arc'd path away from the wodden ramp, about 40 feet north from our western shore, to a strange cult looking building. I say cult looking because this ominous brown structure had large red symbols upon it. And because in a few short minutes, we would be under attack from its inhabitants.

I think I was the one that convinced her that we should check it out. We walked down the ramp and waded to the first floating booey, climbed in it and started paddling with our hands towards the next one.

Without warning we were under attack! I think they were gunshots, something along the lines of what a musket would fire, but they were silent. There must have been 4 or 5 of them shooting at us at once. I immediatly grabbed the girl I was with and threw us both into the water, frantically swimming for the ramp back to the boat house. I swam with a lot of emotion, not so much afraid of death, as afraid for the time I wanted to spend with my new friend. I didn't feel myself get hit, so I thought that we made it to the base of the ramp. I somehow remember us both getting out of the water, running up the ramp and rounding the corner, out of visible range from the attackers.

I remember that, I say. I remember my hands holding her as we ran up the ramp, and turned the corner. I remember touching her. And yet, as I sat dripping wet, darkness was around me. I looked up and where she should be sitting, was just a faint glow of light. Somehow I knew that she and I had not surfaced in the same world. Or maybe we surfaced in the same world, but as I helped her up the ramp, I had been hit with a magic bullet, something that sent me into a shadowy realm; a nearby dimension. I am not sure. The last thing I remember before I woke up was realizing that I was out of phase from her.

Out of desperation, I dove back into the water, hoping that when I resurfaced I would see her again. I woke up in this world, the "real" one that you and I now inhabit.

Upon reflection, I wonder if crossing that path of boats is something that was only supposed to be done in the spirit state. I wonder if we had let the bullets hit us, if we would have just phased into the same dimension together, and been able to enter the compound. I suppose "our" fear (or was it "my" fear) of death from gunshots prevented us from finding out. I wonder if I will ever see that girl again. Although I didn't even learn her name, I know how it felt to be around her. It felt like a dream.

Namaste.

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"The old-fashioned human who glories in death and destruction, who accentuates the conquerors over the Christs in his teachings - this life-negative creature that denies "huwomanity" their equality - is Homo Moriens. He has but one destiny - death. Some prophets call him the necessary cannon fodder for Armageddon, whether it is ecological or politically induced.... Homo Moriens express[es] his destiny to be the terminator and the terminated through world wars. The man of death [is the] necessary "human shits" or fertilizer for the flowering of the new humanity. The black methane of their negativity, uncreativeness, their tradition-bound-and-blind believing, will act as the proper muck and muddle to trigger the germination and sprouting of a new man."

John Hogue

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<347> i have one advice: form a tribe and claim what you are entitled since the day you were born: free food and water from nature but do it peacefully cooperating with authorities elected

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snap out of it Synonyms
snap out of it
v.

To recover

pull through, get over, revive; see recover 2, 3.

To cheer up

perk up, take heart, keep one's spirits up*; see improve 2, smile.

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Hello, me.

Oh, hello... myself.

Hi I!

Oh thank you so much sir! Thank you thank you thank you!

I obviously meant it out of a stupid sense of humour like K___ H_____ style posting and not out of actual intellectual and thought spreading intentions. Oh how you moved my topic from Discussion to Kicking Circle with such boldness and suavee, I may never forget this moment.

Yours always,

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<719> i remember a time when i said to someone the tide is always going ou theres just more sand made silly
<719> but stopping the job loss might not be possible
<719> we might have to create new ones
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<QuantumBalance> gotta do what chu gotta do
<462> that is what we are goingto have to do
<QuantumBalance> heres some free music for you : myspace.com/2hope4us
<719> anidea,a plan is a bit of a strech
<QuantumBalance> sound like some planning
<315> hahahaha

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<315> hahahaha
<719> i'm workin on it
<QuantumBalance> were here to help
<QuantumBalance> delegate sir
<719> illusion and truth making things better is probally going to take both
<QuantumBalance> im good with illusion i think.. so maybe i will work on truth
<719> u have helped
<QuantumBalance> we all must help more
<462> im good with truth i think so......
<QuantumBalance> lol!

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<719> there bound to be a place,a time,where the intent the action
<719> they work as a triggering device
<719> what it will be or where
<placebospirit> Zzzzz,enuff for me,gnite folks,have a nice chat....
<315> cosmic trigger tigger
<719> night cebo
<462> goodnite cebo
<315> peace giggles

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I don't feel like I'm part of this community any more. I suppose if any one is to blame its' me though.

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I feel like there is no community. I attribute that to lack of clubs, and lack of cool videos from multiple events, and just vids in general showing a bunch of diff people. So isolated now.

...Or maybe it's cuz a lot of our friends from a few years ago don't kick as much.

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Thanks for replying Tom, I miss you man.

I feel like there is still community. The video section actually seems to be chuggin along, although I admit there could be more. heh.

Who knows though

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Surrender is unnecessary when absorbtion is imminent.

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Oranges. Lampshades. Laffy flurry, blurry taffy.